Cutie Comics Illu Edition版本V1 (ID: 1289810)

Beneath the birch, where whispers grow,
The air is soft with evening's glow.
A cat curls tight on weathered wood,
Its purrs as warm as fire could.

The kettle hums, a gentle tune,
Its steam like clouds beneath the moon.
The kitchen smells of bread and care,
A life composed of moments rare.

A wool-clad child with rosy cheeks
Plays near the pond where sunlight peaks.
Her boots leave tracks in thawing snow,
A quiet map of where to go.

The fields stretch wide, a golden quilt,
Where dreams of wheat and labor’s built.
A tractor hums—a melody,
Of sturdy hands and industry.

The snow-clad roofs in twilight gleam,
As lamps ignite the village dream.
The windows glow with stories told,
Of love and laughter, young and old.

A mother knits; her needles click,
The yarn unwinds, both soft and thick.
Each stitch a rhythm, calm and slow,
A quiet life where blessings grow.

A samovar hums in the hall,
A golden heart to warm them all.
Its spout pours tea, a sacred rite,
To share the dark, to share the light.

These simple scenes of frost and hearth,
A tender ode to daily worth.
Where skies stretch wide, and hearts remain,
In life's own art, both sweet and plain.

So here’s the charm of rustic ties,
Of snowy days and pumpkin pies.
In Anastasia's world, we see,
The magic in simplicity.

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